Sometimes I don’t want to be myself.
Sometimes I like to take a break from being me.
I think that some people are so obsessed with “being themselves” that they actually end up negating themselves.
I am playful by nature. Mischief is fun!
Sometimes, when I am being introduced to a stranger, I cannot help but pretend to be someone other than me.
I have told people that I am a mango farmer.
…that I am an artist…
that I am on day release.
It is not that I am unhappy with who I am.
It’s like taking a tiny holiday from me. Just for a moment.
Just for the memory.
I think that even the most “realest” person should be a little “unreal” sometimes.
We shouldn’t take ourselves to seriously.
We all have masks.
Today mine was black and glittery.
The thing is; no matter what charade I play at.
I always wind up letting “me” slip through.
I can’t help it.
“man is least himself when he talks in his own person.
give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth”
Leotard from Asos
Tights from Falke
Skirt is vintage.
Mask from Ebay
Eyes: Urban Decay “creep” and “gunmetal” from the Naked palette
Mascara: Eyeko Magic Mascara
Lips: Dolce & Gabanna lipstick in “Scarlett” topped with Shu Uemura gloss in “scorpion red”